Each LED bulb glowed no brighter than a dying firefly.Damn it! I’d forgot to turn it off before I fell asleep. In an instinctive reaction, I shook t...e flashlight as if that would be enough to wake up a few extra sleeping electrons. I examined my light for the traitor it had become. The Chinese manufactured device carried a guaranteed battery life of twenty-five hours. No way the charge should exhaust itself after a few hours of sleep. Friggin’ imports.My little light was almost useless. A dozen. My position collapsed. I couldn't hold myself up against her onslaught. Her breasts against my back,her thrusting erratic and strong, her breath in my ear, and deep inside, I felt a drizzling from her cock,and something about that, about knowing I was no longer my own man, that I was a bitch owned andcollared by a sexy tranny humping hard at my ass and about to jizz in the deepest nether regions ofmy body, something about that set me to insanity, set me screaming:"Yes, yes, fuck me! I'm your. He obviously thinks the discipline was wrong. If he feels that strongly about it, and since he has never been disciplined before, I'm going to conduct my own investigation into the original incident. The discipline was a letter of censure that was put in his permanent file and will remain there throughout his career. The letter will certainly be a part of any considered promotion in the future. The incident involved the deputy and a citizen almost violently arguing. But with this 'expanded'. Sometimes I really wish I could make that trip myself. signed: Questing Paladin."Barb read it again. Something about the comment really hit home. On the spur of the moment she decided to send a message to Questing Paladin. This site allowed readers to communicate directly with each other within the site. Just e-mail, really, but you didn't have to give your e-mail address. Barb clicked the send-a-message icon and began to type."Questing Paladin. I agree with you about this story. I also think.